September 2001 Archives

(1:40)


Life is short enough where everyone should wear a silly hat for at least one day. It should be a hat that in some remote way suits you, but is still just the slightest bit odd.

For me, that would be my feathered beret that I acquired last weekend at a Renaissance fair. It kind reminds me of something Kefka would wear...but it suits me...and I wore it today, just for the heck of it. Didn't wear it in PUBLIC...just over to a friends house to nonplus her parents.

So find a silly hat for you, and pick a day, or two, or three, or four, to wear it. Because you don't ever want to find yourself in the mood to wear a silly hat and then not have one around to wear!!

But this, the end of that conversation, was slightly amusing to me.

Quadoshock: did you save the IM? ;)

S Jerky: I will after I sign off, just so that I can be sure that you don't keep adding to i

S Jerky: t

Quadoshock: hehe ;)

Quadoshock: ok ;)

Quadoshock: good night ;)

S Jerky: Bye

Quadoshock: seeya ;)

S Jerky: SHhh. Bye

Quadoshock: k, seeya, hehe ;)

S Jerky: SHHH!!!! BWYE!!!

Quadoshock: *waves* ;)

S Jerky: Hold still, dont' move, don't speak. B-b-b-bye!


(Here, Quad finally freed me.)

(8:00)


I know with the commencement of school and all, free time is becoming an increasingly valuable commodity. But I don't wantch'all to get rusty on me. I'm still getting better and better. I was recently introduced to the fact that in some places you CANNOT correctly do the sequence while facing forward. In some places you HAVE to put your left foot on the right arrow or vice versa.


So, now I'm passing 8-foot songs. (Yeah, playing Single. Have no choice right now, as one of my pads crapped out last week.) I'm getting D's most times, but I think I owe most of my errors to my pad's inherent schizophrenia.


So anyway, the fact that I'm updating this early, or at all really, is a good sign. I will be at work today.


And there is also other good news, regarding my vacation time. But I don't think I will say that yet. Expectation control, y'know.

(9:10)


Always try to see yourself in that which appears to be your opposite. Because there will ALWAYS be elements of yourself in people with whom you believe you have little or no common ground. This is a very important preliminary step in seeing the world through another person's eyes.

How does the simile go? As different as night and day. And yet...even the night is illuminated by reflected daylight.

Just So Ya Know

A Punk Comparison

Imitate your favorite animal.

Damien: (whistles like a bird)

Spark: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Quad: A person is an animal, hehe ;)

Manda: O-o;;


Hey, I'm doing a good job on DDR now that I've passed AM-3P on Maniac!

Quad: No you're not, hehe ;)

Kass: No you're not. ;P

Spark: cool ;D (While thinking "no you're not")

Alejo: That's just because you own the game.


Wanna try Angband?

Alejo: Yeah, I wanna try!!

Quad: No thanks, hehe ;) (Then goes and tries)

Spark: NOOOOOOOOO LOL

Kass: Yeah, but I'm going to deny it outwardly. ^.^

Lloyd: Try? I am the Angband Master.


Do you think that this punk comparison represented you accurately?

Damien: Well duh, I wrote it.

Spark: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ;D

Manda: Uh.. O-o;

Quad: No, you forgot a comma, hehe ;)

Kass: No! :P

Alejo: Whoa, it's like we share a brain HAHAHAHA

Lloyd: Most efruvitiatiously.

Cole: yeah cause i'm not on it !

Finally Got Around To...

By the way, effective today, hover the typos.

If You Read My Weblog...

Also, is there anyway to create a new log without disturbing Lloyd? I wanna move The DogLog to 128.32.60.173/buffy and get it rolling again!

Speaking of the DogLog!

Angband!

(12:20)


Maybe if I keep coming back to this page, I'll forget that I've written that title, and then seeing my own name will jar me a bit, so that I stop yawning!

So tired. The desire to play Angband and socialize far outweighs the desire to sleep...

And the Up Past Midnight/Up Before 7:30AM paradox lives on.


So, how y'all doing today?

(9:20)


Because that is the running total of gigabytes of space that I've salvaged from my hard drive as a direct result of my new CD Burner!


Phase 1 is just about complete. Next is Phase 2. Turn all my CD's into mp3's and then put those mp3's on CD's....Soon I'll be able to carry my whole music collection around with me without throwing out my back!



And then...Phase 3....recommence my recording career, for all my fans that are waiting for more FF7 music.

Life's Responsibilities

(15:50)


I have nothing to say on the matter.


I am distant enough from it where it does not impact me directly...


My friends and family are distant enough from it where it does not impact me in THAT manner...


But the financial hub of the world just went splat...so perhaps it will impact me indirectly....


And Lord knows that traffic in Northern Jersey is going to be rather unpeachy. I think I'm far enough from it not to feel the impact, though.


I just hope people don't forget how beautiful life is, even in the wake of destructive hatred.

ASK BUFFY!

(9:35)


...from my office to my car, I looked up. The sky was a very rich and profound blue. No clouds anywhere. I just kept looking. Straight up, to the left, to the right. It was as though I was surrounded by infinity. If I weren't afraid of what I looked like, just standing there, peering at the sky, I'd have stayed there for several minutes and just allowed myself to get lost in the sky.


A butterfly flew by. It's amusing how butterflies...which are insects....even seem to know how to have fun flying. It would occasionally stop flapping its wings, allowing itself to glide a bit, and then flap again.


There were some geese assembled on the lawn. I wonder how much of an identity a Canadian goose has, looking so similar to all of its comrades.


Driving home...A violin concerto was on the radio. The violinist was getting quite a workout. Achieving beauty can be quite taxing!


A flock of starlings...all taking off at the same time...all veering and swerving together. How?!


People were forgetting how to smile yesterday, and I reminded a few. And some of them in turn reminded me. (You know who you are! O-o)


Yup...I dare say yesterday was a beautiful day in so many ways.

(9:10)


It's not as hard as you think. You don't even have to smile.


If you keep your head up as you're walking...let your eyes dart around, and appear aware of your surroundings...


If you keep your posture somewhat decent and take quick strides...


If you take stairs by twos or, if there's only one step, leap up rather than stepping up...


Project when you speak and add punctuation to your gestures...


...people will feel your positivity.


And that's not harder than smiling. Affecting a facial expression is one of the harder things to do. Haven't you ever noticed how a camera smile always looks different than a real smile?

Ozomatli

As for that new Flip Button

(13:35)


It's nice. But like with everything except Angband....it is hard to take in excess.


It's especially hard to be needed by folks that you don't need too urgently. But it's going to happen. The best way to deal with that is to form a CHAIN of neediness. Need someone. And do it shamelessly. And rest assured that there's someone that that someone needs. And also allow people to need you.

It's a good day today

(15:25)


Yesterday's mini-essay on being needed was meant to help you cope with the idea of being needed...it's still very very taxing when someone needs you too much, or when you need someone too much. But you gotta be careful when dealing with people that need you. You can't just cut 'em off. You have to somehow train them not to need you as much.

I dunno, it's kinda weird, I suppose.

Anyway, I'm still lovin' life, even though my only remaining DDR pad is torn. What do I do? All y'all punks already bought all the good ones, so there's none left for me....
:-(

Help!

Belay that distress call

(9:05)


I love this thing I got at a presentation last Friday....Synopsys, a company that makes all these circuit design and verification tools....gave a nice all-day presentation and handed out toys. What I have is this soft skooshy yellow ball attached to an elastic string attached to a velcro strap you wear around your finger like a ring. You can use it like a yo-yo, or bounce it off your palm like a paddle-ball...


Having a ball on a string makes me feel a lot like a cat. But hey, small price to pay to remain awake and feel delightfully silly.

Some of my favorite tongue-twisters

• Rubber baby-buggy bumpers


• She sells seashells by the seashore.


• Unique New York


• I slit the sheet; the sheet was slit. Upon the slitted sheet I sit. (evil grin)


• I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son. I'm only plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucker comes. (another grin)


• Toy boat


• Eleven benevolent elephants


• Knapsack strap
  (Just learned this one yesterday!)


• The sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick.


• In Ulm, um Ulm, und um Ulm harum.
  (German, translates to "In Ulm, around Ulm, and around Ulm again." Ulm is the name of a town. Pronounce ALL u's like the oo in cool)


• The sinking steamer sunk.

(12:00)


It's a really nice service he's doing for mankind. You all need to spread the word. Have your friends, enemies, total strangers, everyone, submit letters to Buffy so that he might put their problems into perspective. I really like how he attacks things from a canine angle, but still somehow includes veiled messages in what he says.


So click on the B in my list of other logs and Ask Buffy!!
:-)

The word of the day is Self-Fudgification

Don't Speak Like Me

Did you just say "fudgy fishes?!"

No, I did not find yesterday's homework fudgy. Yours smelled like chocolate?

Did you just spell the word "fine" with a w?

Save yourself. Resist the urge to talk like me. Or you might have to answer to
JO MAMA. >:-|

(9:50)


I've decided to wear it around the office. Just because it's Friday. I'll take it off whenever I take to the halls...because i never know what client is visiting Sarnoff, and I'm not sure I want to jeopardize the first impression they have of our company.
:-D

Wow...I'm more tired than I ought to be...actually got to bed at a reasonable time last night.

Oh well,life goes on. (ZZZZ)

That Jewel Song

(11:15)


So much stuff on my mind these days...have you ever felt like there was an ever-growing amount of turmoil on your mind that you couldn't talk about, for fear that someone would remind you that it was, in fact, self-wrought?



(SIGH)


Oh well...at least there have been some very amusing things in my webcomics of late.


Megatokyo's "Mosh Mosh Revolution"

and

Ozy and Millie: "Let's play post-apocalyptic dystopia!"


And the weather ain't bad either. I find autumnal foreshadowing quite invigorating.

Have you been practicing your tongue-twisters? :-)

Well...work work work time.

(14:55)


Selling the heights of the trees to the eyes of demons is far from my expectations today or ever. Allowing my soul to traipse aimlessly among the weeds, I sit here and futilely attempt to explain myself.

Sometimes it is interesting to just allow my imagination to roam free and not make any attempt to edit the words of my mind. I wonder what would happen if everyone tried that at some point? My motivation is the movie "Finding Forrester." At one point, Forrester, played by Sean Connery, just sits down and starts typing...and encourages his young friend to do the same. His young friend Jamal just sits there....and when Forrester protests, Jamal's reply comes "I'm thinking." And Forrester says "Don't think. Type. The thinking comes later."

And every once in awhile I try to do that...just sit down and type...and see what comes out. It's kinda neat. You should all try it!

Don't telephone me between the hours of 5 and 6...for that is when my mind is not my own. I would hate for you to be speaking to a doppelganger that looks like me but represents anger or dismay. Fortune has not been kind to me lately, and I find it difficult to maintain focus on the bright side of the valley.

Whoa.

(15:45)


I know of people that cry nearly daily...the slightest bit of distress sends tears down their eyes and touches their noses with a fit of the sniffles.


And there are others whom I couldn't even imagine crying at all.


Me, I think I cry about monthly, or maybe once every two months. And last night, I was due. And it was the best crying I had ever done in my life. Mainly because it came with an emotional epiphany.


I miss my mom.


You might be like "no duh, man. You're s'postu miss 'er." But the deal is...I never really fully gave into those feelings. I never realized the depths of how much I miss her...and how hard I'm trying to seek substitutes for the roles she used to play in my life. But now that I'm mindful of it...I have a feeling that an element of my recurring depression is gone.


I still feel a bit morose...but it's a more peaceful feeling. Nothing that a four-hour hug wouldn't cure.


Or maybe a dance with a Great Wyrm of Balance.